The Native Iowan

You’ve made it to The Native Iowan’s Blog.

Well done!

You like stories of island adventures? How-about stories of childhood’s magical memories? You like to laugh a lot?

Well, you’ve found the Solomon Islands, in a virtual sense, so you are on the right track…

May I suggest a good laugh… check out “and mother farted”

For a decent cry check out “Ron’s day”

“Yapo” and “Confined” are longer works in progress… index of all stories, comments and diatribes under “Published Verbiage”. Just click on a subject head and select a story… all too easy. Please, feel free to let me know what you think.

Who is The Native Iowan?

It’s a long story. The product of three lineages of migrants: The staunch and dour Germanic line that sailed prairie schooners from the East, fought for their land and lost their original name at Ellis Island. The stiff English-Irish line that carried their history in books. Books I greedily read as a child. The late coming Greeks who isolated themselves and, even to my generation, spoke with an accent.

Bred and born on the plains. A child of placid rivers that ran wild each spring. Of stifling hot summers and deathly cold winters. We baled hay and played baseball in the summer. We shoveled snow and played cards in the winter.

Following these forbearers I am an immigrant too. Over half my life has been spent in my adopted home, Solomon Islands.

We are very tribal in the Solomons. Some call us natives.

I am the Native Iowan

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